“I found a spot where the mirrors were uneven and it bowed my face and twisted my arms like a fun-house mirror. My aunt had said in a conspiratorial voice, “That’s your past self looking back at you. Just a split second, from you to you.” I used to imagine what I’d say to that split-second-behind self.”

“I found a spot where the mirrors were uneven and it bowed my face and twisted my arms like a fun-house mirror. My aunt had said in a conspiratorial voice, “That’s your past self looking back at you. Just a split second, from you to you.” I used to imagine what I’d say to that split-second-behind self.”

— Ashley Poston